3. But let me not only see martyrdom and torment,
let me also understand cause, effect, and reason.
How I was the cause, in truth, I and all my sinning.
All my sins have martyred You, grace to my soul bringing.

4. Jesus, teach me how to view this with true repentance;
help me not by sins anew to repeat Your sentence.
Shall I joy in this alone, its grim truth avoiding:
that You must for me atone with such pain and suff'ring?

5. If my sins should threaten me with the fear of judgment,
Jesus, help my conscience be on the middle pavement.
To Your Passion, You alone, may, in faith, my heart cleave.
If I'm loved by His dear Son, how can God reject me?

6. Grant, o Lord, that I may bear allways my cross gladly,
that Your humble mein I wear, patience facing mis'ry,
that I give You love for love. And may this lame blather
—better thanks in heav'n I'll give— Jesus, give You pleasure.